Actually, yesterday I had an encounter. I'm running on the side of the road in a pretty wealthy neighborhood, when this Ford Explorer comes honking past, honking at me and speeding. So, I do what comes naturally, I raise my arms with a "what!?". The Explorer pulls to the side of the road and this black woman gets out with curlers in her hair and starts mouthing off as I get close:
"Get on the sidewalk."
"The sideWALK is for walking."
"You must be some stupid son of a bitch running in the middle of the road," as she goes to the backseat of her truck to get what looks like laundry. So, after being called an SOB, I whip out:
"When you're done with his laundry, can you do mine SLAVE!"
It was awesome. She started cursing and her I heard son go "oh, bitch." Pretty sweet, but it ruined my run. Too much adrenaline pumping.
Don't you hate it when that happens: you're in a great zone, having a great run when someone either honks or yells at you. Betcha the same doesn't happen in Kenya.